Water, water everywhere...
Friday night Zach alerted me to a wet spot on the carpet underneath our runner. Closer inspection revealed suspicious swelling of the baseboard and water staining and drywall tape bubbling on the ceiling. The backside of that wall is shared with my kitchen- checking out the flip side yeilded water seeping out of the light switch plate, wood trim pulling away from the wall and the hardwood floor in the corner of the kitchen swollen, warped and discolored. Lovely.
A thorough examination of the upstairs bath resulted in no errant water. Behind the toilet and all under the sink were clean and dry. (Okay, mostly clean but totally dry!)
I emailed my landlords but they are in Germany and it was the middle of the night for them. Called a plumber (at 8pm on a Friday night) only to be told that they would have to cut open walls and couldn't do that without homeowner permission... So we stopped all water use for the night and hoped the ceiling didn't come crashing down in the night.
By 10am on Saturday all parties had communicated and a delightful water damage mitigation crew showed up at my house. (Really, they were very nice people.) They cut chunks of drywall out of my ceiling and wall, removed my kitchen cabinets and part of the hardwood flooring, tore up my carpet and have installed multiple blowers, dehumidifiers and the like. My house is a noisy, cord and water drainage tube filled disaster zone. It will dry out till Wed. and then the fun of rebuilding will begin.
Turns out the culprit was a leaking elbow joint in the hot water supply line. I was so happy it wasn't our fault!
Oh yes, and did I mention that (of course) John is TDY in San Antonio for all this excitement?
PS. You get bonus points if you get the title of this post. ;-)
